Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

Song Pingqing held the medicine bowl and looked at Murong Xue: "......"

"......" Murong Xue covered her head with the quilt and huddled inside it.

"Be good, you know you have to drink this medicine." Song Pingqing said helplessly.

Murong Xue imitated Song Pingqing's tone, her voice sounding a little muffled because it came from under the quilt:

"You know, I need to prepare myself mentally."

"You've been preparing yourself for ten minutes. If you continue like this, the medicine will get cold." Song Pingqing changed his mind and began to "coax" the child. "Cold medicine will not be effective. You need to drink double the amount."

Murong Xue loosened her grip on the quilt and half of her head stuck out.

Don't blame me for lying to you. If you want to blame someone, blame Uncle Song for being a Chinese medicine doctor. Song Pingqing sat down next to her and handed her the medicine: "Drink it. The temperature is just right now."

Murong Xue took the medicine and drank it quickly. Song Pingqing seized the opportunity and immediately stuffed a piece of corn candy into her mouth.

"I brought it in secretly. Don't let the nutritionist know." Song Pingqing lied with his eyes open.

How should I put it? The key to coaxing a child is to make her feel that you are actually her ally.

Song Pingqing's performance was so smooth that Murong Xue had no doubt that Song Pingqing was actually an accomplice of someone else at this time.

The two "accomplices" who were eavesdropping at the door on Song Pingqing coaxing Murong Xue to take medicine fell silent.

What a combination of coaxing and deceiving!

Song Jinyan put away the medicine box used for acupuncture.

President Murong Ba had a wooden face. He pushed his glasses and strode upstairs.

Song Jinyan followed him and after confirming that the sound would not be transmitted to Murongxue's room, he said, "So, I said Pingqing can do it, right?"

If she can coax Murong Xue into running three kilometers, she can certainly coax Murong Xue into taking medicine.

President Murong Ba's steps froze for a moment, and there was a deep sense of loss in his tone: "When she was a child, she only drank medicine when I fed her."

"..." Song Jinyan was a little annoyed: It was bad enough that he was delayed for two days of work for no reason, but this guy was actually being pretentious.

Does he think he is only seventeen years old?

Song Jinyan was a little annoyed.

When it comes to taking medicine, as long as you can coax a good opening into the relationship, you can quickly use that opening to break the situation.

Murong Xue actually doesn’t like sweets that much, but every time after she finishes taking her medicine, Song Pingqing always takes out some strange snacks from his pocket that she has never seen before.

Sometimes it is a candy with packaging that looks very old-fashioned, sometimes it is a piece of preserved fruit, and sometimes it is a piece of donkey rolls in a mini lunch box.

The most outrageous thing is not even the donkey rolls, but the malt sugar that can be pulled with glue strings.

"Where did you find it?" Murong Xue looked at the maltose shreds with shining eyes.

At this point, she certainly didn't think that these things could be brought in secretly by Song Pingqing. It's not that she hasn't been angry before, but who can make her come up with new tricks every time?

"Is there a possibility that this thing was made by myself?" Song Pingqing spread his hands and shrugged, "Otherwise, do you think my godfather would let me buy three-no products from outside for you?"

"Did you make this?" Murong Xue put the maltose with the signature on it into her mouth.

"The chef also helped a little bit," Song Pingqing replied. "For example, he did the most boring work, such as watching the pot."

What a joke! How could Song·Jiu Hou·Ping·Revenge·Qing forget this cook? This was the one who caused trouble at the dinner table with four cod fillets and four small steamed buns.

At this time, in the kitchen of Murong's villa, a cook who had suffered revenge was holding his pots and pans in grief.

The troublemaker cook: Wuuwuwuwuwu my iron pan!!! This non-stick iron pan that I managed to cultivate with great difficulty!!!

The chef passed by and said, "How many times have I told you not to offend the Song guy? Why don't you understand?"

"In this family, the one with the surname Murong may not argue with you directly, but the one with the surname Song will definitely do so."

"Have you forgotten the tea room manager before? He was fired after making a cup of coffee for the young lady."

The troublemaker: "I remember it!!!"

It can be seen that you will not learn a lesson by cutting others with a knife. Only when the knife really cuts yourself will you remember the pain.

After coaxing Murong Xue to drink Chinese medicine for five and a half days, the eldest lady asked someone to take the cook's pot of stewed malt sugar directly to Wen City.

"How can I leave the candy you made for me to others?" Murong Xue no longer felt any pain at this moment, and raised her delicate chin, "I reluctantly agreed to share it with other friends."

"At least leave a bowl for my godfather." Song Pingqing covered his face. "Whether he eats it or not, you should leave some."

Song Pingqing: If I don't keep it, when Mr. Murong Ba knows the truth, my old father will probably explode with jealousy, right?

Then Murong Xue carefully scooped out a piece from the pot and left it for Mr. Murong.

From the big pot of malt sugar, Mr. Murong Ba barely got a portion the size of half a fist.

"Don't leave some?" Song Pingqing reminded carefully, "It's a big pot."

"He doesn't like it." Murong Xue instructed her personal bodyguard to cover the pot, wrapped it with several layers of plastic wrap, tied it with a rope, and moved the pot to the car.

The chef who caused trouble squatted in the kitchen and cried loudly.

His pot, the pot that had been with him for more than ten years, was finally gone.

"Go get a new one after you've paid for it." The chef handed him a bottle of water.

In fact, giving cigarettes or alcohol at this time would have the best effect, but that's not possible, the servants of the Murong family are not allowed to smoke or drink.

This pot of malt sugar really made Murong Xue steal the show.

How could the children of wealthy families have ever seen malt sugar still in the pot? The moment Gu Zongnan knew that Murong Xue had brought back a pot of malt sugar, he rushed out of the Xingyao Group, jumped into the car and drove to the large flat where they usually lived.

Song Pingqing sat on the sofa, leaning his head to watch them frantically mixing maltose. Only one thought came to his mind: Are you crazy? A pot of sugar can make you, a group of rich kids, so excited?

"Pingqing?"

While Song Pingqing was in a daze, Murong Xue came to him with a malt lollipop and said, "I made it myself. Do you want to eat it?"

Those people were almost fighting in the kitchen over the last bite of candy and didn't notice what was happening here at all.

Without waiting for Song Pingqing to refuse, Murong Xue directly handed the candy to Song Pingqing's lips and repeated what she had just said: "I mixed it myself."

Murong Xue, while saying cute words with an expressionless face, at the same time, with the oppressive feeling of a superior, did things that people could not refuse.

Song Pingqing was speechless for a while. She didn't like sweets, let alone sugar.

But looking at Murong Xue's eyes which seemed calm but actually contained expectation, he hesitated for three seconds and finally opened his mouth to eat.

Thank you. Song really doesn’t like sweets, but since the young lady personally mixed it and fed it to her mouth, she couldn’t refuse and had to eat it anyway.